Luyện nghe bài hát Sleeping Princess Of The Arges

Tonight the moon is in the land beyond the forest.
The of Wallachian wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, within the of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my bride.

A of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains.
Into my they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred years have passed since the blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows the frozen sun

I'm

"I remember the storms,
the wrath of the heavens the shores.
The erotic winds and symphonies,
resounding the elegant trees.
I remember the nights in thine arms,
while making dark love with charm.
A provided with incessant rain,
sipping the from each others veins."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to my immortal life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the of the skies above.
by landscapes so picturesque
with the nestled on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
thy curse and come set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my sleep."

As mist, I the dismal skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

Once I was a blissful man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to cease my life.

"Through ethereal I convoke to thee
like a gentle upon a reposing sea.
Let my waves wash thy grief,
and convey thy shadowless soul to me."

I've renounced the of christ.
I've spat on his throne and at his lies.
I'll a new kingdom to which there will be
indulgence for you and me.

Soon we shall stroll through the mark.
My has come to relinquish this earth,
with tears of horizons unseen,
be reunited with my pallid queen.
Through ethereal

Together drink to our undying love.
Absinthe shall lift us on the of a dove,
and transport us to beyond our dreams,
where graceful dominate the scene.

And so I my ancient abode.
My calamitous of woe unfolds with valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy reflection of death, we are alone.